The last sentence was so powerful that it almost shook Irish.
After a long time, she recovered her voice, rose up, and said, "That's true. For our sake, pray for us day and night, and bless your husband and me to be truly in love with each other." She took the photos on the table and left.
Ruby saw her figure fade away, and her thick brows frowned tightly.
The sunshine in the afternoon shone sharp.
A wave of heat came up, rolling in the air, and people felt like they were standing on fire.
Irish did not come home, hanging out on the street like a ghost. She unconsciously walked to Midtown Manhattan, and there were fewer people. She stood before the Versace flagship store, looking at the graceful models wearing the new arrivals of Summer, and then she entered.
She suddenly felt cool.
The assistant walked forward to serve her with enthusiasm. Irish pointed at the long dress on the model in the shop window and said, "This one."
